"BIRTH"

Direction, Editing, and Sound Design by Arabelle Clitandre(Aaza -AKA- Ma'a Kha Re). The abstraction of birth. The creator and that which is created being one, birthed and acknowledging the self!

Lyrics:
Isn't it strange being alive?... Alive?
We're the Creators
We're supposed to be the gods
What's the color of your soul?

In Awareness
Aaza

"HIV TEST NOT RELIABLE...AND WHAT IS HIV??"

That rabbit hole is sooo deep!!! how many more layers of lies must we sift through. WE must rise up and rebel! There are numerous organizations out there providing these Antiretroviral Drugs to those supposedly infected with a deadly HIV virus. They do this for humanitarian purposes, yet they are falsely educated on the facts of HIV/AIDS. Instead of providing information and tools needed to improve the conditions of poverty stricken countries they are unknowingly (perhaps) giving drugs that are aiding in population control and killing millions of people.... THIS HAS TO STOP!!! REBEL!! EDUCATE YOURSELF!!! DONT BE FOOLED AND HYPNOTIZED BY ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE AND BRILLIANTLY FINANCED PROPAGANDA!! EDUCATE YOURSELF! RESEARCH! SPEAK THE TRUTH AND REBEL!

Please research HIV/AIDS theory... there are tons of information out there on its falsehood.

In Awareness
Aaza

"Love"

I'm going to love because i want to feel the sensation of love. It is the most pleasant and whole feeling you can experience. I am going to love without the what if's and caution. I am going to love on my terms even if it's a love that i must experience in silence.

IN Awareness
Aaza

"The Fool pt2"

This morning, i sat on my couch and stared into space. There were moments focused on tasks needing to be handled and then there were moments that were just empty. And then... there were moments when the reason for the tears i cried last night... felt lighter. I sat there for a few minutes... Something that i don't think i usually do at 7:45 in the morning. I took a moment to allow my mind to reassure me that THIS TIME IT WAS NOT MY TEST TO PASS. IT WAS A TASK THAT INVOLVED ME, BUT THIS TIME, MY EMISSARY USED ME FOR A TEST THAT WAS MEANT FOR THE IMPOSTOR. If i am fooling myself just so that i can be able to move on from this, then i welcome this idea.

IN Awareness
Aaza

"The Fool"

I cried late last night. It burst out of me without a warning while walking home. Luckily it was late, quiet and was only a block away when it burst out of me. Sadly the reason for my somberness was nothing new to me. What frustrated me so was that i was crying for a reason that i am too familiar with yet i've allowed it to continue to have a hold on me. If i ever have a clear understanding of individuals that find pleasure in inflicting pain on others, it will probably be the moment that i will have traveled far from this physical world and become aware of the human phenomena.

A fool. those worlds seem to find its way into my mind and right on time. A fool... I am that fool. Always wanting to find the good yet finding myself at the short end of the stick, stomped on, spat on, and left in the deep cold ocean to drown in my pitiful sorrow. How pitiful it is. I want to blame others for my misfortune, my dismay, and i do... but at the end of it all, i know it is me. I have allowed dark forces to enter my world. They mock and they feed off of my despair. Vultures... Impostors.

I do hope to see those dark forces feed off their own mirky waters in the near future. I do hope to see that. Is that unfair of me to think this way? It is my only comfort for now. I am human. I cant deny my anger, my hurt, my pain... but...still... i am a fool... to find myself here yet again. My only emissary at the moment is Karma.

IN Awareness
Aaza

"Impostor"

Stuck on sensory memories
Fall victim to its imposer at the sound of a pluck
lost in an idealized notion of universal love
Corrupt in the process of ideas
lost in the ideas
lost in the its fluff
lost in the propaganda of awareness
Impostor
Treading on notions of intelligence...but
oh how clever... Impostor
Decorated in embroidered details
of jargon..of antic rhetoric.
Impostor
for corrupt intelligence deems only
pseudo philosophies
packaged for the weak
packaged for fools
The glowing eye
beyond the coupled mountains
calls out for givers
lost in the notion of will
the takers align with gold in their hands
Impostor
Though clarity may present itself
for progress
the organism of habit and memory
still weeps in the sight of impostors
No need for questions and answers
Impostors know not the consequence
of force only the bite that satisfy.

IN Awareness
Aaza